I hear the thud of hoofs and see sparks fly
From shattered stones as Happiness rattles by.
Two black horses champ their bits,
Jerking reins gone slack
On foam-flecked backs.
On into the darkest night they race
Never slowing their reckless pace.
The driverless steeds gather speed,
The carriage sways and swings at every stride.
And that’s for me I whisper in my dream,
Such a carriage and such a team.
Never following day’s marked path,
Never fearing night’s fierce wrath,
Careening, clattering on and on
Endlessly racing to catch the dawn.
Marilyn Holdsworth
Author and Horse Lover
Hi Marilyn!
This is a lovely poem, and I loved the imagery and the picture you painted with it. I promised you a visit, so here I am. You have a great website here. As a matter of fact, I just purchased your book, The Beautiful American, for my Kindle reader. It’s exactly the kind of book that I love to read. I’m a history buff, especially when it comes to American history, so I can hardly wait to dive right in. Thanks for visiting my blog and I hope you visit again soon. Blessings to you.
Hi Cindy,
I’m delighted you liked my poem and so pleased you have purchased my book, The Beautiful American! Seems especially appropriate for the Fourth of July! I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for your interest in me and my work. Hope to hear again from you soon.
Marilyn